By the time you read this, I will be standing in front of my JRNL 3367 (Interpretive and Editorial Writing) class, my start to the Spring 2017 semester at University of New Haven.
This is my fourth semester teaching there, and I have to say, the contrast between this semester and the first, say, two, is stunning. I slept last night. I got to my office early, I prepped a little bit (mostly looked over some notes) and I was only a little nervous. Maybe Real Teachers don’t get nervous, but I am not a Real Teacher, I think, because I am at least a little bit nervous every single time I walk into a classroom. Will this resonate with the students? Am I leading them in the right direction? Will this one catch fire? That one? What? It’s like alchemy, only scarier. Students pay a lot of money to attend my school, and I feel honor-bound to make their time with me worth it.
So wish me luck. Wish my students luck. Better: Wish for us a fruitful and challenging year that will end with that chalkboard above absolutely covered with great ideas. That would be awesome, thanks.